Lieutenant Riley wasn't an easy man to be around, he was emotionally stunted and just about had the same people skills as a porcupine. The man was off putting at best, and straight up petrifying at worst. Seriously, a guy that was built like a brick shithouse with a skull mask could not under any circumstance be perceived as anything but odd.

You remained blissfully ignorant to all that though, much to his dismay. He liked his personal space, you liked it too, apparently. Simon ignored you to the best of his abilities, the practiced look of boredom etched into his features should work as a people repellant. Usually, at least.

The poor Lieutenant was just trying to enjoy his bloody coffee, which he deemed impossible with you sitting by his side like a godforsaken lost mutt, practically begging for even a crumb of his attention. He let out an annoyed groan, tired eyes narrowing at you from behind the greasepaint and soft balaclava. Dealing with this bullshit wasn't on his contract, and he wasn't paid enough for it either.

"Fucking hell.. stop looking at me with those weird fucking puppy eyes or i'm gonna deck you, mate"